Mighty Eagle

Mighty eagle! thou that soarest
O'er the misty mountain forest,
And amid the light of morning
Like a cloud of glory hiest,
And when night descends defiest
The embattled tempests’ warning!


Michael Scotts Wooing

ROSE-SHEATHED beside the rosebud tongue
Lurks the young adder's tooth;
Milk-mild from new-born hemlock-bluth
The earliest drops are wrung:
And sweet the flower of his first youth
When Michael Scott was young.


Milarepa

A crust of mountain for breakfast
with a smear of dew to wash it down,
a torn cotton robe against the wind.
His name burnt out, Milarepa sings to himself
as he travels the centuries.


Milagre

Com cinco pães o Cristo
Deu de comer a cinco mil pessoas!
Eu não me assombro disto,
Pois tu, que o meu espírito magoas,
Tens um só coração,
E amas, contudo, uma população!


Might and Right

If Might made Right, life were a wild-beasts' cage;
If Right made Might, this were the golden age;
But now, until we win the long campaign,
Right must gain Might to conquer and to reign.


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